I was lying on my bed, listening to the ceiling fan go round and round, both tired but also not wanting to just lie here because I would have to sit with my own thoughts too much.
Today had been another brutal practice, so much so that one of the sophomores had gotten heat stroke and started vomiting by the stands. I had drunk a lot, more than most of the guys actually, and it had been hell on me. I couldn’t figure out why…
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